Baixar Mais Tocadas: ouvir Sting

Early one morning with time to kill / I borrowed Jeb’s rifle and sat on the hill / I saw a lone rider crossing the plain / I drew a bread on him to practice my aim

He deals the cards as a meditation / And those he plays never suspect / He doesn’t play for the money he wins / He doesn’t play for respect

Well, shes walking through the clouds / With a circus mind / Thats running wild / Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams

I see me with you and all the things you do / Keep turning round and round in my mind / Forget the weather we should always be together / And any other thought is unkind

If the night turned cold and the stars looked down / And you hug yourself on the cold, cold ground / You wake the morning in a stranger’s coat / No one would you see

I don’t drink coffee, I take tea, my dear / I like my toast done on one side / And you can hear it in my accent when I talk / I’m an Englishman in New York